Compendium - The Incarnate Priest - Bust

The days of Compendium’s mortal life are fledgling memories that fade more with each passing season. He was a man of the cloth—he remembers that much. Anything before he took up that cloth is a blur, for that was his purpose, whatever drove him to it. His memory of being anointed, the first time the sash crossed his neck, is one that has stuck with him even centuries later. Healing in the temple, giving his waking hours to the service of the wretched and downtrodden, was his pious duty. His name was carried far and wide as a skilled healer, whereby even the nobles sought his aid, laying side by side with the poor upon stretchers in the temple’s clinic. By his devotion, serving in the temple, Compendium gave his life in defense of his divine, and his brethren. As marauders assailed his place of worship, Compendium, whose hands had only ever been used to heal, took up the polearm mounted upon the temple altar. He fended off the marauders as he tasked his fellow priests to flee through the catacombs, taking the sick and wounded with them. Whilst he was able to hold back the brutes for a time, slaying several, they ultimately bested him as he was forced to retreat, dying upon the altar of his patron. Having seen Compendium’s final act, and the many acts he lived by in life, he was given a place among the Selvaneri, but one different from the rest. He would not reside in Syelden, only to grace Tharador when desperate measures required his action. Compendium would continue to walk the plains, as The Incarnate of the divine, the Tharameni. He was their instrument, their will, his fate tied to the many other threads that wove through the continent. Now his thread entwines with a mercenary guild, Banimal, whose current contract takes them into the heart of Ukrondia. Compendium has joined them, though the group is ignorant to the Selvaneri’s true nature.